Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 12:18:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Ledge
Subject: Kevin part 9
Huge apologies for putting up part 7 again as 8! The real part 8 is up
now. And please write and let me know if I do something stupid like that
again! Grin. And don't forget to support Nifty!
From (the real Kevin part 8)
"I did think a couple of times about Kevin and Marco far away in DC going
to sleep in the same bedroom. Pointless to worry now, what was done was
done. I also wondered if I should feel guilty about having such a fantastic
time with other guys and even flirting with them in a sexual way and
decided that I was doing nothing wrong.
Finally the night started to run down for me. I had to get up to go to the
game tomorrow, against Clemson, whom I have always disliked. Patrick and I
got up to go and said goodbyes to our flock of guys. Yum, that is nearly
naked huggy goodbyes with a bunch of hunky, sweaty, guys, that is. A
couple of guys wished us a lot of `fun' when we got home. Patrick felt
obliged to explain that we weren't a couple, but just friends. I noticed
some of the guys suddenly were a lot friendlier with each of us! LOL. We
finally managed to get loose, retrieve our stuff, and make our way back to
the apartment complex.
I invited Patrick to come in for a nightcap before bed. He looked at me
intensely, and once again, an expression of sadness crossed his face.
`I don't think so. Not tonight. Goodnight Jacob!'
`Goodnight Patrick and thanks for a wonderful evening!'
`Yes, it was, wasn't it?'
And he gave me a smoldering, passionate, kiss before suddenly disappearing
in the twinkle of an eye. Once he was gone I realized how exhausted I
actually was. I stripped and got a beer. Lay out on the bed, drank a
couple of swallows and was out cold before I finished the beer."
I slept the sleep of the exhausted. I got up, showered, got dressed in my
uniform and made it to the game. No Kevin there, of course, he was still
in DC. Our team didn't "show up". Big loss. Damn, I hate Clemson!
Depressing day all the way around… It was even cloudy and gray to match my
mood.
I did my laundry early. There were a couple of other people doing theirs,
too. Nobody interesting there, however… Had a simple supper, pulled up my
book to read and waited for Patrick to arrive. Figured he'd show up when
he was ready and not before. At least I knew where he lived finally so
could go see him if I needed to, too. If we're supposed to be "best
friends" he'd have to put up with me visiting him, too! LOL.
At the stroke of 8, the door"bell" buzzed. I opened the door to a
strangely abashed Patrick. In comparison with last night's rather
flamboyant appearance, tonight he was dressed in a nice tee shirt and a
part of cargo shorts and flips. His hair was back to its natural color and
his blue eyes were dimmed. He had a paper bag with him. He noticed my
anxious look and took in my own appearance in a pair of loose cargos and
sleeveless tee and, for a brief moment, smiled his mischievous grin. But
then he collapsed into himself again. He just nodded at me and came in.
He went in the kitchen to prepare our drinks. I followed him in and showed
him the chips, Chex mix, and trail mix I had put in bowls to "nosh". That
cheered him up a bit.
"Ah Jacob, how thoughtful. I'm surprised!" he smirked at me.
I almost slapped him on the butt at his smartass comment, but held off. I
could tell tonight was going to be hard on him. Let's give him some slack.
He put the sack down on the counter and opened it. He brought out two
crystal whisky glasses (how Patrick of him!) and a big bottle of Maker's
Mark bourbon, 100 proof (50% alcohol)! He glanced at my raised eyebrows
and smiled.
"I had thought about going with a very nice single barrel Bourbon from one
of the boutique distilleries near Bardstown (Kentucky), but decided that if
we were drinking to get drunk that would be a waste of money."
"That's still a very nice Bourbon!" I exclaimed.
"It'll do", he replied.
We poured the Bourbon over ice. No mixers allowed, nor "branch" (water).
We pulled up the coffee table to the couch and sat on the couch next to
each other, but not touching. We put our glasses and the bottle on the
table, within easy reach. I brought out some of the snacks as well. For a
while we just ate and drank. Almost immediately I could feel the alcohol
working in me. I relaxed and could tell Patrick did, too. I just waited
for him to talk. Finally he did.
"How to make this simple and short?" he asked himself. "Jacob, you were
probably born bisexual, weren't you? Although you seem to lean more
towards the gay part of the continuum than not, right?"
I nodded, yes.
"And your parents, who probably are still alive, are still hoping for
grandchildren?"
I nodded, yes, again. I thought about saying something about them, then,
but decided tonight was not about me.
"Well, I was born totally gay in a suburb of Chicago. I started to realize
that I was different when I saw my first pro wrestling match when I was six
or seven and enjoyed watching (in a pretty intense way) the nearly naked
men rolling around. That confused me. And, as an aside, my favorite
wrestler on the local channel was a handsome, muscular, sandy-haired guy
with a hairy chest. I think his name was even Sandy something or
other. True story!"
He grinned a bit at me and I couldn't help but grin back as he sort of
explained the bear hug scene we had had.
"I realized I wanted to hang out with boys more than girls. I figured that
was normal at my age. But it got worse after I went through puberty early.
I grew early but stopped early. I was my full height and cock size at
twelve something. And to my horror I looked like the male version of my
mother, a beautiful lady, whom I love, and nothing like my macho father.
My father is a man's man. He played football in college. He's tall, big,
and has little patience for much. He pushed me into all kinds of sports
when I was little and when I was growing up. However, he wouldn't let me
do the sports I was actually not bad at—tennis and gymnastics. He called
those, `pansy sports'. I had to look up what `pansy' meant. That wasn't a
good moment… I was always smart. I tested as a genius even. If anything
that made my father even unhappier with me. I was an only child. My
mother couldn't have any more children after I was born. So, I was
supposed to be the boy he wanted, especially since there would be no more
boys. I was supposed to be macho, big, and a football hero. However I
wasn't born to be his boy. If I had been born as a girl, I think my father
would have adored me and loved me fiercely, since I would have looked so
much like my mother. As it was, he didn't."
He paused and we drank more in silence. I would have had to have been a
fool not to see where this was going. The first tears started to appear in
both of our eyes. I knew we could blame the emotions to come on the liquor
if we needed to. Eventually the liquor gave him "Dutch" courage and he
continued.
"The shit finally hit the fan when I was thirteen. I had just found a
kindred soul at school. Greg was so cute. He had barely gone through
puberty. He was still a little small but his cock had started to grow and
he could already cum big time. He adored the big guy that I was then and
my big boy cock. He sort of worshipped me even. Imagine me being the big
boy…" He shook his head at himself in amusement but then continued… "I
figured out times when he could come over and we could get naked and
explore when my father and mother would both be out. I was in heaven and
so much in love with Greg. We went all the way to 69 and were wondering
about the next step when my father came home early one afternoon,
unexpectedly…"
He stopped again, trying to get a grip on himself, trying to finish the
story. We filled our glasses again. We were both drunk already, but it
seemed to be the only way to get through his story.
"Well, what happened next was no fairy tale story of a confused Dad who
finally sees the beauty of boy love and joins in! Nope. Violence, rage,
instead. Greg was allowed to leave very quickly, never to return and never
to talk about this. No such luck for me. I think every inch of my body
was beaten, bruised and blackened before he ran down. I've never felt so
much pain, mental, physical and emotional. I was completely destroyed. He
finally left the house. I've never seen him again."
Patrick stopped to cry and sob for a few minutes. I scooted over to him and
held him through it. He disengaged himself after a few minutes and picked
up his glass. He drained it in one gulp and poured another.
"He must have called my mother and told her what had happened. She found
me on the floor in a corner of the living room, still naked, huddled up in
a fetal position. She held me, made me unclench, and got me dressed. I
didn't say a word. She continually looked at me and assessed me. I could
tell she had worried that this would happen. She had known me and who I
was. She had known her husband and who he was. But she hadn't been able
to figure out a way to avoid this, had she?"
He stopped and looked me in the eye and then continued. "I've been trying
to forgive her for that. I hope to some day…
Anyway, she packed some bags with my important possessions and drove me
away from that house that night, never to return. I guess we drove much of
the night. I fell asleep, despite the pain, eventually. Sometime during
the middle of the night I woke up to the car's dome light coming on. We
had stopped somewhere. I looked out the window at a colonial house whose
front door was open and from which light poured out. I was so confused at
first. But then the memory of that horrible afternoon returned. I had been
so happy and so ecstatic. I was close to coming in my lover's mouth and he
had just cum in mine. And then…
I dimly realized I was at my mother's (much) older sister's house. My Aunt
and Uncle were greeting me and saying stuff to me about how glad they were
to have me come stay with them. I was still so tired and in so much pain
that that made no sense to me. My mother put me to bed. I think she slept
in the chair in the room where I was all night.
The next morning she explained that I would be staying with my Aunt and
Uncle. She would get the paperwork done for me to transfer to my new
school in St. Louis. Within a few days I started school again. I was
still totally numb. My mother had gone back to Chicago and the man who had
beaten me without mercy. She wrote to me often and came to visit me from
time to time. We never spoke ever again about my "father" and what had
happened that afternoon.
My Aunt and Uncle were wonderful to me. They gave me time to recover.
They were so amazingly nice to me. They were so gentle, so refined and
smart. They started to teach me about the finer things of life, very
gently. They started to educate me to be like them. They found a
wonderful gay psychologist for me, who helped to heal all of the emotional
pain I had suffered. When I finally started to lust after him, I knew my
healing has really begun!"
I finally saw a bit of the Patrick I knew again! I smiled at him with all
the encouragement I had.
"I guess I hadn't realized how much money my Aunt and Uncle had. For
whatever reason they hadn't had children. They adopted me as their own.
They put me in a wonderful private school. There I finally got the
encouragement to be the full me, too. My intellect was encouraged and I
finally came out of my numbness and started to participate in class and
live again. I started to thrive even. But this was a school that
encouraged `corpus sana' as well as `mens sana'. To develop my body I
learned to play tennis and do gymnastics. To my surprise I eventually made
our school teams in both sports. My healing was finally complete when a
senior on the gymnastics team, whom I had had a crush on, took me aside in
my sophomore year, and finally introduced me to all of the joys of male
sex. I was totally in love with him. We made love as often as we could
until he graduated. We still write, although he has now found a guy who
might become his partner. After he left I had fun with several guys and
explored all sides of what it means to be male."
His face finally relaxed completely and I saw how he had overcome the
trauma of his past. We drank yet more, now sort of wasted, but the story
wasn't quite complete. I realized, dimly, through my drunken haze, that I
was still holding him. He did feel so good, though, little stud that he
was!
"It was only here at Carolina, though, that I realized how attracted to
older men I am, after one of my professors seduced me my freshman year."
He laughed at my expression of outrage.
"Oh, don't worry. I wanted it even more than he did probably, and he did
make sure I was eighteen and we did have safe sex. We had a fling for a
couple of months and then let it die a natural death. And he was pretty
hot actually, too. I mean nothing like Kevin's Dad or even you Jacob (and
I was glad to see his grin was back).
I've been with some older men for "simple" and safe sex since then. I do
like younger men, too. I've noticed I'm a different person, even sexually,
with older men vs. younger men, though.
He saw my expression, even through our drunken haziness.
"I know exactly what you're thinking, Jacob, and I can tell you what my
psych would say, too. I'm working it out and figuring it out. I'll get
there. Don't worry about me."
He reached over to hold me. We held each other and enjoyed the feeling of
closeness. I now knew him as he knew me. Maybe we really could be best
friends now?
He stroked my hair and face with his strong, yet delicate, hands. I knew he
was building up to something else. I let go of him to finish my glass and
looked at the bottle. Damn, over half of it was gone! Well, this was it
for me! I finished off the glass and refused a refill.
Patrick finished off his glass, too, drew back from me a bit and looked at
me earnestly.
"Well now you know my whole story. Are we still friends?"
"Why not? I said, more or less clearly. "I fucking really admire you and
respect you, dude. I don't know if I could have been as strong as you
were."
He studied me again, hesitated, and then went on. "I do have one question
for you, Jacob, one that I have to ask."
I nodded. Even drunk I knew what was coming.
"Jacob, I've forced myself into your life. I sort of stalked you from the
moment I saw you. I was waiting for the chance to meet you and when you
went into the laundry alone, I seized the opportunity. I've been after you
ever since. At first I just wanted your body—and don't shake your head at
me—you have a really, hot body, dude! But I really admire the man you are,
too. Talk about a strong man! And when you opened yourself up to me
completely that night…"
He reached out to me again and hugged me tight.
"Look, I know you love and are in love with Kevin, but how do you feel
about me, my pro wrestling fantasy stud?"
Yup, there it was, the question I knew was coming. I took my time in
formulating my answer.
"Patrick, you're such a smart smartass!" He was shocked by my answer but
eventually started to smile. "How could I not love such a cute little ass
who proclaimed himself to be my best friend the first time he met me?" His
smile became radiant! "But I'm not in love with you." His smile
disappeared. "Could I be at some point? It would depend on a lot of things.
But as for right now, as you said, I'm in love with Kevin. Patrick, I'm a
one man man. And you know, we ex-Army vets are just simple people. We
can't figure out how to be in love with more than one person at a time.
We're just too simple for something complicated like that!"
I gave him an innocent and goofy grin then. His sadness vanished.
"You shit", he said and proceeded to try to tickle me. I tried to tickle
him back. Fight was on! Later on, both breathless and laughing, we
finally stopped fighting.
Patrick looked at me very seriously then. "Jacob, I love you very, very
much. You're the first person besides my psych to have heard my whole
story. I love you and trust you that much."
I looked back at him equally seriously. "Patrick, I love you, too, if not,
perhaps, the same way you love me."
He studied me one more time. "I'll take that. Night my man!"
He surprised me once again with a passionate kiss and was gone before I
knew what was happening. Damn, he could move fast when he wanted!
I stumbled a bit, cleaning up. I stoppered the bottle and washed out the
glasses, put the snacks in storage bags. I lay down and thought about
Patrick's tragic story. I wanted to find his father and punch the living
daylights out of him. Men like him should never have been born, much less
had sons. And Patrick's mother was no heroine in my books either, although
at least she dealt with the situation she anticipated. His Aunt and Uncle,
however, I admired. You have to admit that Patrick is polished and refined
in a way unexpected for a guy of his age and that was due to them. I'd
like to meet them some day.
Of course thoughts of Patrick's declaration of love then ensued. Thinking
about that, I knew I had expected that, even if I hadn't admitted it to
myself. After reflection I was satisfied with my reaction to his
declaration. I had told the whole truth in the least hurtful way I could
think of. Of course thinking about love led me to think about Kevin and
Marco in a hotel room together again tonight. I guess I'll find out what
happened tomorrow evening. I thought about jacking off. I didn't last
night from exhaustion. Decided I was still too drunk to do it tonight.
Guess I'm saving it for tomorrow night. Right? Hmmm…
I woke up and made it to church. Once again had to sing tenor as the
student tenor didn't show up again. Sigh. Went out to lunch with a mixed
group from choir. That made the ladies a bit happier, if not satisfied. I
noticed some of them being a bit competitive about me. It was all I could
do not to roll my eyes.
I studied very hard all afternoon. I was now really ahead. Good! I knew
I wouldn't see Patrick until tomorrow night, so was able to concentrate. I
knew Kevin would be having supper with the team at the dorm so had a light
supper after having had a lunch out.
Just when I thought I couldn't stand it a minute longer, the buzzer buzzed!
I opened the door to a vision of male pulchritude! As always, I had
forgotten just how gorgeous Kevin really was. My heart started to beat
even faster and I blushed to the core of my skin.
Kevin gave me his dazzling smile, looked me over, and quipped, "Is that a
gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" I hadn't even noticed I
had gone totally hard just seeing him on the threshold of my apartment!
"You have no idea how fucking happy I am to see you!" I dragged him into
the apartment and slammed the door shut. I immediately attacked him! I
had told myself I'd be cool calm and collected. Fuck that! I practically
tore his clothes off! His amusement quickly turned into a passion that
equaled mine! He barely got a condom on before I climbed up on top of him
and mounted him like the good cowboy I was! I rode him for dear life as he
thrust hard enough to push me up in the air! Too soon, since I hadn't cum
in days, I let loose with a load that hit him all over his face and chest!
He continued to fuck me deep and hard for a few more minutes, satisfying
the hell out of me and then suddenly threw me on my back, tore off his
condom and jacked off and came all over my face and chest, too! He then
jumped on top of me and started to grind our cummy chests together and
started to lick his cum off my face! I rolled on top of him to get at my
cum all over him! We kept rolling and rolling, licking and sucking. We
rolled halfway across the living room and then back.
Finally we licked and sucked up what we could. I then climbed on top of
him and got him in a grapevine where I controlled him and attacked his
mouth with mine. He writhed underneath me, nearly out of control with
passion. He kept trying to push me off to get back under control. Fuck
that, I thought again. I pushed him to the limit, frotting his fucking
hot, beautiful, body with mine until I couldn't stand it any more. I let
him go abruptly and scooted down into the classic sixty-nine position and
swallowed his cock whole in one swallow! Kevin didn't hesitate one second
and took my offered cock in a single swallow, too. Only a few more minutes
of deep throating and we both came in buckets again into each other's hot
mouths!
I savored his taste as I finally let him up and we kissed, still
passionately, but more calmly, tasting each other in each other's mouth.
Yum. Dessert!
I finally got off the floor and pulled my naked Kevin on top of me on the
couch and fucking reveled in the feel of my lover's longer and slimmer body
pinning my muscular, more stocky, body down. I threw my legs up around
him, exposing my moist hole to him. Even though we had both cum twice in
minutes he (and I) were still hard! I pulled his naked cock inside my
ready hole.
"I'm not `dressed'", he protested.
"Don't come in me then. But I know we're both clean." I didn't explain
that.
He then proceeded to make me a happy man! He went into me slowly, then
fast. He rotated his cock inside me. He rolled his body around on mine,
making sure every inch that could come into contact, did. He kissed me soft
and slow and then attacked my mouth. He thrust so hard in me I thought I'd
fly into the kitchen through the power of his thrusts and then he suddenly
slowed to a tantric crawl. When my power ass was finally used, abused, and
completely satisfied, after over a half hour of love making, I started
using my ass muscles to do my "Kegel" exercises on his perfect cock. That
set him over the top! He pulled out of me and grabbed both our cocks
together and started jacking us off as fast as he could. We stared each
other in the face, watching each other climb higher and higher with passion
and lust. I swore I saw fire erupt from his eyes as he yelled out one more
orgasm! His cream made his super fast jacking even better as he coated our
cocks with his cum. My thicker and slightly shorter cock was in heaven,
being jacked so expertly by his big hand and dueling with his long, thin,
cream-coated cock. I literally saw stars and exploded!
Several minutes later I realized he was still lying on top of me. We were
both still panting and I could feel our hearts beating madly. We were both
a sweaty mess and I couldn't imagine anything more wonderful!
When we finally regained our senses, Kevin raised up on his elbows, looking
down on me. He smiled his incredible smile at me. He was sweaty, his dark
hair was matted down, and his deep blue eyes twinkled as brightly as I've
ever seen them. He said, "Damn, Mr. McClintock, you sure know how to give
a guy a welcome!"
"Welcome home, Mr. Williams", I said. "Welcome home to me!"
We both looked at each other with intense love. He led me to the shower
where we cleaned each other up with languid sensuousness. We both plumped
up a bit but we were really satisfied sexually, if not yet emotionally. I
loved his broad shoulders, strong chest, pink nipples, narrow waist, bubble
ass, and big, muscular thighs. It was so incredible to feel all of his
body as I washed him with infinite care. I could feel him feel the same
way about me as he took equal care to wash me.
We finally finished as the hot water was running out. With reluctance we
pulled on our hastily discarded clothes and sat side by side on the couch,
holding hands and kissing each other softly.
Time to talk.
"So, how was your weekend?" I asked. "I saw you guys won both games. You
did better than the football team here."
"Yeah, we played really well. Coach is beginning to tell us we might have
what it takes to go all the way!" he smiled.
I congratulated him, and hugged him, however I also remembered that the
Coach he was talking about was Marco's Dad. Of course that led to thoughts
of Marco. How to bring that up?
He noticed my concentration and frown and followed the logical train of
thought from his Coach to his Coach's son. "Oh, in case you're wondering,
it was ok being Marco's roommate…"
`Ok'? What the fuck does that mean?
He noticed I was still frowning and he frowned in return. "Jakey, no hay
nada que pasa aqu'." Now he was speaking Spanish to me. I knew who his
"tutor" was. My frown got deeper. Kevin rushed in then, "Jakey, Marco's a
cool guy, but that's all." I nodded dubiously. "And he really opened up to
me this weekend, too". I'm sure he did, I thought maliciously. He noted my
reaction. "Look, let me start over and tell you about the weekend, ok?" I
nodded yes, poker-faced.
He frowned at me again and began, "It was a long trip what with rush hour
traffic by the time we got to DC. We were in a chain hotel outside of DC
near College Park on the Maryland side. Somehow the reservations got
screwed up and the team was forced to squeeze into fewer rooms than we had
reserved. Marco and I wound up in a bedroom with only a single king-sized
bed. But that was better than some guys who had to share a queen-sized bed
and have a rollaway brought in for a third guy!"
I managed not to react to the fact that what I had feared had actually had
come to pass.
"The first night we were all tired out from the week. After an ok chain
place supper, some of snuck in some beers from a nearby 7/11 and shared
some brew in Marco's and my room, which was the biggest. Not enough beer
to affect us the next day, but enough to relax us. Other guys left around
11, which was curfew. Marco and I then took our showers… (I noted the "s")
and got ready for bed. We just automatically stripped naked and got into
bed. We didn't think anything about it. We both sleep naked, it
appeared." Oh shit, even worse! "We had a very restful night, although at
one point I woke up with him buddied up against me with his chest against
my back and his cock on my butt." With great control I just nodded my head.
"I pushed away from him gently and that was that." And that was what? I
wondered.
"We studied in the morning and went over plays and practiced some. You
know about the game. We came back and studied more. Then another
forgettable dinner, more snuck in beer, more shooting the shit with the
same group of guys, and then curfew. Showers, then to bed… Only tonight
Marco wanted to talk." Again I just nodded.
I was still poker-faced and Kevin still frowned at me. "Well, Jakey, you
have no idea about how hard a life Marco's had." I thought about Patrick's
life and said nothing. "He's had a really tough time. He's had to grow up
in his Dad's shadow and also had to grow up Latino in a racist part of
Southern California. He was telling me about the slurs, insults, and
taunts and even physical violence he had to endure growing up. He said
that shit only stopped when he got to be a big guy and took Brazilian jiu
jitsu lessons. Turned out he was really good at that and even had some MMA
fights, which he won." I noted the implied warning, even if indirectly,
from Mario. "Word got out and he was left alone. However, he never had
any really close friends.
Jakey, I did feel bad for him then. I reached over to pat his shoulder and
was surprised to feel that Mario rolled towards me at the same time. In
the dim light of the nightlight I was shocked to see he was crying. Well,
my natural instinct kicked in…" (I bet, I thought, still in control of
myself) "and I hugged him and held him tight until he stopped. It was sort
of weird holding him. I mean, he's bigger than I am and a bit hairy, if
not as hairy as you and his Dad are" (so Marco's Dad is hairy! Bet Patrick
will be interested to hear that! Just thinking of Patrick calmed me down a
bit). "It was weird to be comforting and holding a bigger guy and I
realized we were both naked, too. Very weird! We were on our sides. Our
crotches weren't touching, just our shoulders and chests. He soon calmed
down and fell asleep with me still holding him. As soon as I could I
gently released him and went to sleep myself."
He stopped then. However I sensed there was something else he wasn't
telling me.
"And?"
He blushed a bit, but went on. "Sometime during the night I woke up
realizing I had my arms around Marco and my hard cock was looking for his
asshole! I had been dreaming about you, Jakey, and thought I had found
you, I guess!" He laughed a very embarrassed laugh. "Unfortunately Marco
half woke up before I could let go of him and started snuggling against me,
obviously thinking I was someone else, (obviously, I thought). I didn't
want him to wake up too suddenly, startle him, and have him use his BJJ on
me through an instinct reaction, so I let him snuggle against my hard cock
and me until I could finally slip away. Damn, that was embarrassing! He
would have killed me if he had really known what was happening!" Kevin
grinned in relief. I grinned back, but wondered what Marco's reaction
would have been if he had awakened or even if he had actually woken up
completely and not let on to Kevin, but enjoyed Kevin's nakedness against
him.
I looked at Kevin, but saw nothing in his eyes that spoke of any sexual
attraction to Marco. Frankly, I couldn't quite believe it. I couldn't
imagine being naked in bed with a gorgeous hunk like Marco for two nights
in a row without some kind of very natural sexual reaction occurring.
Kevin felt my hesitation. He took my face in his hands. I let him.
"Jakey, Marco is straight. He likes me as a friend. I like him as a
friend. Punto. Déjalo. Let it go. Or do I need to prove to you how I
feel about you again?" He grinned salaciously. I grinned right back and my
sore ass twitched, despite myself.
"No", I replied honestly. "I believe you. I trust you Kevin. I don't
trust Marco, but I guess that's beside the point." Kevin raised one eyebrow
at that. "And you don't need to prove anything you haven't already
proved!" He laughed out loud. I joined in.
He sobered up and then asked very seriously, "Do you trust me enough to
make love to me finally and make me yours that way, too?" Again, despite
myself, my cock hardened a bit at the thought of making love to him "that
way". It had been too long since I'd been on top. That was my norm. I
had been a bottom exclusively for Kevin so far. Time to change that. And
yes, I did trust him enough to do that finally.
I gave Kevin my very best leer and eyed his tight muscular butt.
"Mr. Williams, you're on. I've checked all the schedules. This weekend is
open for band and soccer. Band is a day trip to Wake Forest. You have the
weekend off for soccer for the only time for the rest of the fall, it
seems. Saturday night will be the night for new beginnings and new
`endings'." I spanked his butt to emphasize the double pun. I leered again
and chortled. He laughed, if a bit nervously.
"And Friday night?" he asked.
"We're going dancing at the gay club in Durham!" He looked surprised. "I'd
like for you to get to know a group of guys I just met. I'd also like to
show you off in public." He blushed a bit then and looked pensive. I guess
he realized that he would be completely out of the closet then. "Well, not
public exactly", I relented. "You wouldn't be `outed' really." He looked
relieved. "Besides", (and I had a very mischievous thought just then)
maybe we can bring Marco along with us, too? I'd like to get to meet him
finally, face to face. Even if he's straight he might enjoy going dancing,
don't you think, and going out with his new, good, friend?" I gave him my
most innocent look then.
Kevin was shocked and his face showed it. I couldn't help it then. I
laughed out loud, a laugh that was perhaps a bit too wicked. The wheels
started turning, where will they stop?
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